Chapter 445 Rubbing the Waist
Quinn bent down carefully and placed Maeve on the guest room bed, making sure she was comfortable.
Her eyes tightly shut, breathing even, and face still flushed from the alcohol, Maeve suddenly lifted her arms and wrapped them around Quinn's neck just as he was about to leave.
The unexpected action caused Quinn to lose his balance, and he fell forward, landing awkwardly on the bed with Maeve beneath him.
Their faces were only inches apart, breaths mingling in the stillness of the room. For a moment, Quinn froze, caught off guard by the situation.
Maeve, however, showed no reaction beyond a soft sigh, remaining fast asleep. Her delicate features looked peaceful yet alluring, her slightly parted lips stirring something deep within Quinn.
Realizing the compromising position, Quinn snapped back to reality, immediately detaching himself from her. He gently pried her arms away, stood up, and adjusted his collar, his expression unreadable.
Without sparing another glance, Quinn exited the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
Maeve, meanwhile, was completely unaware of what had happened.
On the other side, Gregory and Abigail were already home. Abigail, asleep against his shoulder, looked innocent and enticing with her softly flushed face. Unable to resist, Gregory kissed her cheek.
In her sleep, Abigail seemed to sense it, her delicate brows furrowing slightly as she turned her face away.
Watching her little movements in her sleep, Gregory couldn't help but chuckle softly. He then reached out to pat her back, coaxing, "Sleep, I won't tease you anymore."
Saying this, he directly picked Abigail up and headed upstairs.
When Abigail woke up, she found herself back home with daylight streaming in. She stretched lazily, turned over, and snuggled into Gregory's arms. His eyes were closed, and his chiseled features looked as if they were sculpted to perfection.
Abigail tentatively reached out, her slender fingers lightly tracing his brows, nose, and finally resting on his sensual lips.
She mischievously blinked, just about to do something, when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Gregory's eyes snapped open, a smile in his deep eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to see if you were awake." Abigail smiled guiltily, trying to retract her hand, but he held it even tighter.
Gregory chuckled and asked, "Can you see clearly now?"
Abigail nodded emphatically, leaned in, and gave him a peck on the lips.
Though the kiss lacked lust, it ignited Gregory's desire, making his Adam's apple bob and his deep eyes intensify. Before Abigail could react, her body was abruptly flipped over.
Immediately, Gregory pressed down on her, his eyes releasing a dangerous light.
He lowered his head, giving her lips a light peck, his gaze serious and focused. "Baby, is it okay?"
Under his expectant gaze, Abigail's cheeks couldn't help but blush, shyly nodding.
Gregory had been waiting for this word, as if a switch had been flipped, and he became unstoppable.
Abigail's lips were sealed, the man cupping her face, his dominant and forceful kiss sweeping over her.
Her teeth were pried open, her tongue entangled, the man's thin lips biting and licking hers.
The intense passion was almost too much for Abigail to handle.
After a long time, Abigail felt her breath being taken away, and she pushed against his chest, finally getting a moment to breathe.
However, this was just the beginning.
Next, her clothes were removed piece by piece.
Gregory's lips gradually moved down, landing on her smooth shoulders, her sexy and beautiful collarbone, leaving little kiss marks.
Gregory had been holding back for too long. Even though it had been over three months into the pregnancy, he still didn't dare to go too far, afraid of hurting Abigail and the baby.
Having endured for so long, he was already on the verge of collapse.
Abigail felt like her bones were about to fall apart, almost unable to bear it.
The lovemaking lasted until noon, and Abigail was so exhausted that she didn't want to move, leaning against Gregory's chest, glaring at him.
Unlike Abigail's exhaustion, Gregory looked completely satisfied.
There wasn't a trace of fatigue on him; instead, his deep eyes were astonishingly bright.
He lowered his head, kissed Abigail's forehead, and smiled ingratiatingly. "Honey, are you very tired? Let me give you a massage?"
Saying this, his hands reached for Abigail's sore waist.
He massaged her gently.
Abigail, still angry, slapped his hands away in dissatisfaction. "Let go, don't touch me."
Gregory, knowing he was in the wrong, quickly withdrew his hands. "Honey, my bad, don't be mad."
Abigail gave him a sidelong glance and snorted, "You admit your mistake quickly now, but you weren't like this earlier. I told you to stop, did you?"
Gregory awkwardly touched his nose and retorted, "Who have I been holding back for all this time?"
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